The other night this snooty hoyty-toyty bitch is asking me the difference between honey turkey and oven roasted turkey. DUH!!! one is honey cured and the other is not! But being the ever so sweet employee i pretend to have patience with her idiocy and proceed to explain to her that the honey is sweet and the oven is not. So she says to me, "So can I have a taste or not?!" I'm thinking "Bitch, I know what I'd like to give you a taste of!" But I say in my ever so sweet voice, "Sure; I'll slice some for you." I hand it to her and she says in her pinched little voice, "The slice is way too big!" I'm thinking, "Dumbass, who cares! It's a FREE sample!" But I say, "I'm sorry ma'am, but I can't cut half a slice." She didn't even end up getting any! Stupid snooty broad thinks that just because I'm not married to a doctor and don't spend my time beside the pool tanning all day as I sip on martinis that I have no brains. I hope she crashes her mercedes into her security gate!!

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